Dressed like you.The irony. “Your brother asked me for help with the accounts, but he didn’t say why. Do you know why...?”
“Orla,” she supplied without denying that she was, indeed, Cam’s sister. “And no, I don’t know the ins and outs of the accounts. I just work here. If you give me a moment, I’ll fetch them for you.”
I nodded and she strode away, her leather boots clumping with every step.Orla. I liked it, and I liked her. Fiery women pleased me, just to watch them if nothing else, though I wasn’t immune to their charms in other ways. If her brother hadn’t already turned my head...
Orla returned with the books and a box of accompanying paperwork. She dumped them on the desk and left again without a word.
I started to smile, and a low chuckle from the doorway was my reward, hand delivered by the hulking frame of masculinity I’d really come to see.
“Making friends already?” Cam grinned and ventured forward, his dark hair a wonderful mess, damp from the shower and slicked back with rough fingers.
“Your sister likes me.”
“Orla doesn’t like anyone.”
“Not even you?”
“Especially not me when I make her work the early shift.”
“Early shift?”
“We’re open till nine.”
“From?”
“Six.”
I nodded, piecing it together. “Are builders still working that late in the day?”
“Not on the sites, especially in winter, but we do a roaring DIY trade after hours for all the shit people can’t get in IKEA.”
Cam ventured further into the office space and I felt his gaze all over me, assessing me, dissecting me. Or at least trying to. He wouldn’t get far. No one ever did. Either they gave up at the iron curtain I kept around myself or they found a way through and baulked at what lay beneath.
I didn’t care either way.
You care about him or you wouldn’t be here.
Inexplicable. And undeniable, but he didn’t know that, and he never would.
Cam joined me at the desk. He was wearing dark jeans and a white T-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. Over the top was a leather vest—a cut—thick and battered, with the MC’s insignia patched on the back. From where I stood, I couldn’t see his rank, but I didn’t need to. He was the king of the Kings. Any fool could see it, and I was no fool.
“So these are your books.” I gestured to the pile on the desk. “You know, there is computer software for this these days, backed up in a cloud so you don’t lose anything.”
Cam snorted. “Mate, we only started using tills five years ago. Before that it was a biscuit tin and a change float.”
“You sold building materials on a cash-only basis?”
“Yup.”
“That’s ridiculous. Where did it all go?”
“The bank.”
I cocked my head. “Always?”
Cam gave me a look. “Why are you asking me that?”
“Many reasons, but mostly to establish how deep I need to audit your accounts if that’s what you want me to do.”
